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[cravingrickgrimes]

I know you’re a Rick x Reader focused blog, so I’m not trying to turn these into a request or anything.

But who do you think tops between Rick’s few niche gay ships? (Rick x Daryl, Rick x Negan, Rick x Glenn, Rick x Aaron... The list is quite short.)

i think rick would top daryl, negan would top rick, rick would top glenn, and rick would top aaron <3

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｡⋆𐙚⋆.˚₊⊹ RICK GRIMES MASTERLIST ⊹⋆.˚ 𐙚 ｡

updated: 8/3/25

all highlighted words in the description link to all my works with that description, so if you like one of the tropes you can find all my works with that trope!!

SERIES

“In The Dim Light”

⤷ three parts, mlm, heavy smut, prison era, top rick

“My Unprofessional Sessions With Dr. Grimes”

⤷ two parts, mlm, therapist, au, heavy smut, top rick

ONE SHOTS

“Peering Eyes”

⤷ prison era, mlm, heavy smut, top rick

“Firsts”

⤷ virgin reader, mlm, heavy smut, top rick

“Hurting”

⤷ bottom rick, mlm, heavy smut, butt stuff

“Brawls & Brawn”

⤷ boxer rick, workouts, mlm, heavy smut, au, top rick

ASKS

“What Was That?”

⤷ fwbs, heavy smut, mlm, dominant rick, au, top rick

“Kinks n’ Freaks”

⤷ vein kink, heavy smut, mlm, forearms, au, top rick

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MY NEXT UNPROFESSIONAL SESSION WITH DR GRIMES: THE SECOND CHAPTER

PAIRING: MALE READER X RICK GRIMES

SUMMARY: AFTER YOUR FIRST, VERY SUCCESSFUL, THERAPY SESSION, DR. GRIMES TOLD YOU TO PREPARE FOR THE NEXT ONE. SO YOU DID JUST THAT. LETS JUST SAY DR. GRIMES APPRECIATED YOUR PREPARATION.

NOTES: HEAVY DIRTY SMUT, FLUFF, GAY, POWER IMBALANCE, CONTRACT, INTERCOURSE, HARD SEX, UNPROTECTED SEX, HUGE DICK RICK, ORAL (READER GIVING), COERSION

WORD COUNT: 886

PAST PARTS: <—1/3

CURRENT PART: 2/2

I felt my throat burn as the whole dildo went to the back of my throat. I coughed my spit up, with a smile on my face. I had perfected the deep throat Rick craved just in time for our next session. I got in my car and drove to his office, happy.

“Good morning Dr. Grimes.” I said in my submissive tone, i felt his dominant energy radiating off his body. I knew he was horny. Yet he didn’t move a single inch. It was so intoxicating i almost tore my clothes off in utter submission.

“Listen. If we want to continue you need to sign this contract.”

“Y-Yeah. Of course.” I was stunned by his serious yet sexy tone. I sat down opposite him and read the form. “I have to do anything you say for a whole month?”

“I can extend it when you want.” He smiled, his hands clasped over his manspread knees. “So..?”

He pleaded me with his eyes. I could tell he didn’t want to have to force me into a contract. But if i didn’t sign it, i wouldn’t see him any more. That i could guarantee. I wanted to see him more. So i signed.

“Well.” He finally said after minutes of tense silence that only made me more horny.

He leaned in and whispered, “You better have practiced.”

My legs closed in an effort to hide my erection. “Yes sir. I- I’m much better now.”

He looks and my closed legs. “Are you fucking hard?”

“Did my voice really do it for you?” My flushed face nodded as he pried my legs open with his bare, calloused hands.

“What’s this? Your cock is huge.” He laughed. “It’s too bad you like being dominated.” He groped my bulge aggressively. “I want you to get on your knees.” Dr. Grimes stood up and started unbuttoning his unusually tight trousers, did he do them up tight for me?

My nose had already inhaled his obsessive masculinity, so i had no possible way i could stop any more. Besides, i had signed the contract, hadn’t i? I instantly deep throated his cock, my tongue was forced to the back of throat. I gagged hard whilst all Dr. Grimes did was smirk.

“You really did practice my boy.”He held my hair in his rough hands. “Baby. It’s time.”

He looked down on me, i looked up at him with lust.

“Take my shirt off.” I sat on Dr Grimes’ lap. His manspread knees were bouncing against me. I unbuttoned his shirt once again and grabbed his tits. “You know what to do.”

He said pushing my head toward the chest i had come to adore so much.

“Good boy.” He had said when i painted his abs in the clear shine of my saliva.

He forced my head lower whilst my tongue hung out. I moved where he guided me until he pulled me up.

“Clothes off.”

“Yes daddy.” I pouted whilst taking off anything on my skin. I straddled Dr. Grimes as he held my hips in place.

“The tips the biggest part. As long as you can fit that, you can fit all of me, okay?”

Dr. Grimes reached for his lube. I never realised he had any there, did he recently put it there?

“Yes sir.” Dr. Grimes lubed up his index finger and inserted it in me. His long, thick finger made my back arch. “Dr. Grimes!” I screamed.

“Be quiet boy.” He snarled in my ear, finger still deep inside me.

“People will hear. If i lose my job because you’re loud in bed. I’ll make you regret it.”

He bit down on my neck as he growled at the way my tight walls constricted on his finger.

“Ready for the real thing?” He used his tongue on my neck to persuade me. I obliged, of course.

“3…” He pulled my hips above his cock. “2.” He lined his cock up with my, already, leaking ass. “1!”

He thrusted his man hips into my soft ones. I arched my back as i felt all of him in me.

“Chris!” I was quickly reminded that i had to be quiet because of Dr Grimes’ hand now on my mouth.

I mumbled that i was sorry, Dr Grimes entered a finger in my mouth. I sucked on the finger like it was dipped in some type of drug. I adored his fingers. It obviously got him even more horny as he started to thrust his hips deeper in me. He palmed my cock with each thrust.

“Cum with me.” He laughed greatly, accompanying it was a dark grunt.

“Yes sir.” I started bouncing on his cock whilst touching mine.

“Close! Bounce harder.” His degrading tone made me even more horny. Until i came all over his legs.

“Close!” Chris grunted as he grabbed my hips and threw them deep into his lap. Chris shot his seed deep into me. “Clean me up.”

I got on my knees and licked my cum off his hairy thighs. I didn’t worry about his cum leaking out of me. We laid on the couch together, where i should be sat having a successful session about my feelings.

“Same time next week?” I asked looking up at him.

“What do you think?” He smiled.

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MY UNPROFESSIONAL SESSIONS WITH DR GRIMES

PAIRINGS: MALE READER X RICK GRIMES

SUMMARY: AFTER A TUMULTUOUS YEAR YOU DECIDE TO TAKE YOURSELF TO THERAPY AND ADMIT YOUR PROBLEMS. YOUR THERAPIST, DR. GRIMES, SUGGESTS AN ALTERNATIVE OPTION TO YOUR LOVELESS PROBLEM.

NOTES: THIS IS AN ARCHIVED FAN-FICTION THAT I WROTE MONTHS AGO IVE TRIED TO IMPROVE IT BUT OVERALL IT’LL BE LESS QUALITY, ROUGH RICK, DOMINANT RICK, TWO-PART SERIES. HEAVY, DIRTY, SMUT.

WORD COUNT: 781 APPROX.

NEXT PART: 2/3 —>

CURRENT PART: 1/2

“Take a seat.” The strong built man pointed me to the seat. He pushed his glasses up and i couldn’t help but look at the tits practically forcing themselves out of his shirt. “You’re my 8 o’clock?”

“Um. Yep!” I say slapping my hands on my thighs.

“Let’s get right to it. What’s the problem?” He smiles warmly, the kind of smile that makes you want to spill all of your secrets. Fuck, he’s good.

“I’ve had problems with having romantic relationships… Ever since…”

Dr. Grimes read my file whilst i talked “Last year? I won’t ask what happened, it’s not my place. But i do want to know why you think you can’t love anyone.”

“When was the last time you loved?” He had asked me in his beautiful accent.

“Never, that’s the problem.” Tears formed in my eyes. “As a kid, i didn’t have a single crush with anyone my age.”

Dr. Grimes touched my knee and with sympathy he said, “What if i could teach you to love?”

“W-What- How!?”

“Well, maybe, it’s because you need someone older.” His demeanour completely changed. The kind, muscly therapist was gone. In his wake, a dominant, older, experienced man was let out. Maybe he was right because i did enjoy the way he looked. “I know it’s a lot. This is a method i’ve never tried. But i think it’ll work.”

“I want to try.” I said with a nod. Dr. Grimes sprung up from his chair.

“Okay. I want you to turn around and stand up.” I did as he said. I felt him come up from behind me and grab my waist. He whispered:

“Do you like this?”

I gasped from his cold breath on my ear. “Y-Yes.”

His hips shifted against my ass like a perfect sex machine. Where had he learned to hump like this? He grabbed my hips as moved them lower to the, now huge, tent in between my legs.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked one last time.

“Yes Dr. Grimes!” I moaned as he grabbed me in light of my consent. The line of professionalism and unprofessionalism was blurred as Dr. Grimes tore my shirt off. He sniffed my neck so animalistic i thought for a mere second he had turned into one.

“God. You’re intoxicating.”

I turned around and looked at his lips. They were beautifully plump and were the same red as someone who had just had finished a popsicle.

“Kiss me.” The sentence came out like a prayer. He obliged and pushed his lips onto mine with a ferocity that stunned me long enough for him to reach his tongue to the back of my throat. I slowly undid the buttons on his tight suit. Never had i wanted someone’s body so bad in my life. I wanted to lick and smell every single crevice on his body. Wanted my body to know his inside out. His hair-riddled chest popped out and i couldn’t help myself, i started to suck on his nipples.

“Good boy.”I never thought i’d like being called a good boy. But, for some reason, coming from his mouth i enjoyed it so much. I tongued his hairy nipples with the intent to get rewarded. I should have known better than that.

“Go lower.” He commanded in a deep voice. I listened and licked the trail of hair that led all the way to under his pants. “Take them off.” He looked down at my pleading eyes. A grin formed on his face when he saw me pull out his 8 inch hard cock.

“W-Wow Dr. Grimes Where should i start?”

“M’balls.” Hearing his words twist in his southern drawl even more excited. I instantly got lower and sucked on his right ball. My tongue danced around its shape.

He groaned. “Suck my tip.” I tongued from his ballsack, to his shaft, then his tip as i took his thick purple head inside my mouth.

“I want to see your skill boy. Deep throat me.”

I knew in that moment all i had ever wanted to do was please Dr. Grimes. Despite how untrue it might have been, his mere presence had an otherworldly effect on my body. I took in a breath and took him 5 inches deep before i gagged and came back up.

“Good boy. That might be the deepest someone’s gotten in years.” He slapped my ass as i smiled, wiping the small tears in my eyes from feeling him in the back of my throat. “That’s all the time we have for today.”He says as he signals me to get on my knees, he whispered in my ear, “I want you to practice your techniques. I’ll see you next week?” He asked as i put my shirt back on.

“Yes sir.” He grabbed my ass and slapped it when i left the room. I couldn’t lie to myself, i wanted it to go further. But maybe if i please him well enough next week, he will give me what i crave.

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should i post my works on ao3?? im conflicted

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“Brawls & Brawn”

pairing: male reader x rick grimes

summary: you and rick have been roommates for a while, and to say you got along would be a complete and utter lie. due to you both being situated above a gym, after hours rick would spend most of his time in it. consequently, you couldn’t get a lick of sleep. one day you decide you’ve had enough and confront him.

notes: no apocalypse au, heavy smut, rough rick, angry rick, hairy rick, bj post workout, sweat, pretty boy rick, head, oral

word count: 1.6 k

Despite it being pitch black out, the loud thuds coming from the floor level of the complex were still thrumming through the walls. I couldn’t get sleep like this. Sharing the upper floor of a gym with an annoying man was the last thing i had wanted. But, when you get kicked out at 18 it’s the best you can do. Rick Grimes, my roommate, was one of the most hard working men i’d ever seen. As soon as the lights went out and the gym closed down Rick would be there to start training. What he was training for i still didn’t know. One thing i knew for sure is that his training was, without a doubt, fucking paying off. Being a broke adult like me he didn’t have many clothes except for his black compression shirts. I feigned indifference when i saw him in them but deep down my eyes always flickered to the large biceps bulging with all their might to rip his shirt in two. Not to mention his abs that were always visible.

I stirred in my makeshift bed. I had tried everything to drown out the punching noises: smothering my cowering ears in my terrible pillow, making sounds of my own to down his out, pleasuring myself. All that ultimately didn’t do much. In truth the only reason they irked me so much was because with every hit i could hear i imagined his sweaty body. It was too much for my brain to comprehend. Sure Rick was loud, aggressive, and rude. But he was also hot. So, so hot. He had beautiful brown curls that curled when they reached his ears. Not to mention his chiselled face, perfected by his sharp, masculine features. Of course that didn’t stop him from shouting at me, and it didn’t stop me from shouting at him. But the difference between me and him in those shouting matches is that i got horny after and he didn’t. That was enough to mess with someone.

So instead of wallowing in my shame i scrambled frustratedly out of my bed and clambered down the creaky stairs that surely announced him of my presence. That must have been the case because by the time i reached the gym downstairs the vigorous punching had stopped. In its wake, Rick stood near the stairs with a look on his face i couldn’t quite place.

“You okay?” His annoyingly shaped eyebrows curled in confusion. “You sounded like you were tumbling down those stairs.”

Was that what his expression was for? Was he…worried? “I’m fine, just, keep it down please?” My words came out much nicer than i had originally planned.

“Of course, i’m sorry.” With the only light source coming from the stairway, i would have assumed it was pitch black down here. But for some reason, the ambience of the night lit up the floor in a navy hue. More importantly it lit up Rick’s face and made it look even more like a greek gods than before. Not only did it make him look more beautiful, it made him look soft. Delicate. Kind. Of course, all of these things were the antithesis of Rick Grimes, but it did paint him in a different light.

“Can i stay?” I found myself saying. “I can’t sleep anyway.

My question made his lips curl seamlessly into a smile. Was anything about him imperfect? “Of course. Sorry again.” His permission made me think twice about calling him the opposite of kind. In the mornings when we both went to work he was always sullen and aggravated by my mere breathing. Maybe his working out was his way of getting his anger out, maybe when he let his anger out healthily he was kind.

“Why do you always work out so much?” For thirty minutes Rick and me had gone through just about every topic of conversation we could think of. All while he continued his workout. It was definitely a pleasure for my ears to hear him grunting and moaning responses to my unrelenting questions. But i had finally worked up the courage to ask the one question that always played on my mind each time i watched him come back upstairs in a sweaty mess.

“I like it.” Rick was curling biceps that looked like they weighed more than me.

“You like it?” I teased from my position on the closest bench to him.

“Yeah,” It took him three more bicep curls, which took less than ten seconds with his muscle, then he put the dumbbell down. The entire ground shook as it found its place on the floor, just how strong was he? “Like how i like you.”

His response stunned me so much i didn’t realise he was dominantly striding toward me until it was too late. “You don’t like me.” I scoffed. “We fight, like, every day.”

“I like punching my punching bag, that doesn’t mean i don’t like boxing.” My chest constricted. I couldn’t breathe. Rick’s overwhelming testosterone, mixed in with the fact he was towering over my body, which was still sat on the bench, made me horny beyond belief.

“W-What do you mean.” I was at a loss for words and he liked it.

“I mean every time you slip into the shower, i go into your bedroom and steal your boxers. I mean every time i catch your eyes lingering over my body i take five minutes to relieve myself in the bathroom. I mean i want to fuck you so bad right now i can’t breathe.”

All Rick had to do was say it. He just had. He placed a conniving hand on the wall just behind my head and looked down on me. “Say the word and i’ll take my shirt off.”

“Take it off.” I said instantly.

“Well,” Rick laughed. “that didn’t take much convincing.” Then he actually did what he said and took his shirt off. Before this i had never really seen him shirtless. Sure i had seen glimpses of his muscly back before he got into the shower a few times. Of course id seen his shaven chest hair riddled all across the shower and scolded him for it. But seeing it up close was something different entirely. I didn’t care that he knew i was staring at his chest. His strong, defined muscles were complemented with dark short curls on his body. They were heavily sprinkled on his chest and disappeared at his mid section then came back intensely where his naval began, going all the way under his gym shorts. To say his body attracted me would be an understatement, his body entranced me.

“Would you wanna…” He made a blowjob gesture with his tongue poking the inside of his mouth repeatedly. I nodded suspiciously quickly, but i didn’t care anymore. If your roommate looked that good you would too. He too took his gym sports off suspiciously quickly. But what was under them interested me more. Skin tight, black underwear that hugged his hairy mid-thigh section stared back at me. Sitting down, i was barely meeting his bulge. You could tell, based on the tent in his boxers, that he was huge.

My suspicions were rapidly confirmed when he tore them off even faster than he did his shorts. I was stunned to see a 6 inch soft cock, with foreskin wrapped delicately and deliberately over his tip. Not too much, not too little. Had he been destined for perfection? I hadn’t much time to think about it before he viciously grabbed my hair and pulled me toward his heat-emitting member. Though, i wasn’t complaining. I wanted nothing more than to bury my nose in his pubes, to deep throat his beautiful penis the way it deserved. I wanted nothing more than to give him such good head that he couldn’t give any snarky remarks. Maybe i did want snarky remarks, i might have even wanted him to slap me. It all made me too hard to function.

As i opened my mouth and took in half of his semi-hard cock, i could only think about one thing: he tasted so fucking good. I assumed every man’s penis would be terrible to taste. But even Rick’s, which was assuredly covered in sweat and grime, tasted so much better than anything i’d ever tasted. To put it simply as soon as i started sucking Rick’s dick i never wanted to stop. I hallowed my cheeks. My tongue licked meticulously on every vein on his cock. It pulsed with anticipation when i licked from the base to his frenulum. Unexpectedly, he didn’t have many pubes, just a small patch of dark curly hair just like on his chest.

Rick must have been super horny, because he thrusted his v-lined hips in my face. His cock was forced deep into my long throat. I could feel it rubbing against the most sensitive parts of my oesophagus. I gagged yet i still couldn’t do anything against his sheer brute force. I was stuck sucking his cock, until he let me off. Rick was 7 inches hard and i was taking every single inch like a good boy. He slapped my cheeks gently.

“Hallow your cheeks more. It feels divine baby.” The southern drawl that i had gotten used to shouting at me calling me baby in such a seductive way made my cock wish it could be free of its clothes.

I responded to his pleas with a muffled “Yes, sir.” His scent accumulated in my nostrils. That inherent man scent that they all had, mixed in with sweat, and pre-cum. It was all i needed to be persuaded to keep going. I took small breathes of air in the areas of my mouth that weren’t stuff full of Rick’s southern penis. By then, my head was pushed against the wall and it slammed against it with every single rough thrust Rick did.

“Fuck, baby!” He let a hand hold onto the wall, i got one last whiff of his body odour before i started to see stars.

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How big would you say Rick’s 🍆 is?

for some reason i’ve always said 7 inches 🤷‍♂️

[cravingrickgrimes]

short drabble req :: rick finds out you have a major thing for his veiny forearms and hands.

𝞋𝞎 ──────── “Kinks n’ Freaks”

pairing: rick grimes x make reader

summary: after your car broke down, your bf, rick grimes, offered to repair it for you. you took him up on that offer but quickly realised you were in trouble when he rolled his sleeves up and revealed his veiny hands and forearms. your slutty kink will get revealed sooner than later.

word count: 1.2 k

warnings: kinks, one shot, requested fanfic, sweat, kinky reader, heavy smut, fingering, finger sucking

You couldn’t help but stare as Rick tinkered your car in the driveway. You have been having trouble with the useless pile of metal for weeks now, so seeing Rick intricately bring your car back to life was the sexiest thing you’d ever witnessed. That wasn’t even mentioning his muscly, hairy forearms. You had never admitted it before but you loved a man’s forearms. You were convinced it turned you on the most. Never telling Rick was a strategic thing really. If he knew about your total obsession with his god-like forearms he would take advantage of you. In short, it would lose its charm for you.

“You, um, nearly done?” Your arms were tightly pulled around your waist as if to try and hold yourself back.

“Perfection takes time, darlin’.” You nodded and realised he couldn’t see it.

“Yeah sure.” The conversation had only just started and you were already back to staring at his forearms. The veins that slithered thickly up his toned arms gave you the largest erection you’d ever had. You could imagine the way they would taste on your tongue: rigid and hard. A true testament to masculinity.

“All done.” He slid out from his position under your car. “It should give you no more trouble.”

“T-Tha…” Your words never managed to leave your throat. Rick had slid his sleeves up before he had began repairs, thank god for that. But now he began rubbing the oil, that got caught on his thick brown arm hairs, into his skin. The glistening glazed bronze skin made you physically dizzy. Holding back couldn’t be an option. “Fuck.” You whispered at what you thought was a level Rick couldn’t hear.

You thought wrong.

He had been staring at his arm as he rubbed the oil in, now he was staring right at you. A smug grin played along his face making you instantly regret the horny curse you had made. “What was that?”

“What was what?” You scrambled for the words whilst simultaneously still looking at his shiny, veiny arms.

“That exclamation you did.” He realised where i was looking. “You’re staring at me—my forearms.” He laughed, clearly coming to a conclusion. “From the huge ass bulge in between your legs, to your eyes still not meeting mine… I’ve come to the conclusion you have a thing for my arms.”

“No i don’t—“

Rick had cut you off with the one thing that would stop you from speaking. He tore his shirt off and began flexing for you right there in the open driveway. “You like this? What does it for you, huh?”

“Rick, stop! People will see—“

Apparently, he had a knack for interrupting you with his body. Since he did exactly that once again, this time though he moved closer to you. “Tell me what turns you on about my forearms. Tell me and i’ll fulfil your every fantasy about them.” You tried holding your urges but the closer he got the harder it became. “Is it the muscles?” He leaned into your ear and whispered so quietly you could have missed it.

“It’s the veins!”

That got Rick smiling. “Is it? You’ve got a thing for these veins?” He showed off those beautiful rough lines on his hands. You only nodded with an accompanying gulp. “And what do you want me to do with these veins?”

“Put them inside me.” You couldn’t bear to wait any longer. “Make me watch.” You practically pushed him into your car. Shutting the car door, you shed your clothes that were in the way and put you legs in the air ready for Rick’s fingers.

“And you’re sure about this?” He had asked despite seeing your enthusiasm.

“Fucking do it.”

He muttered something under his breath that sounded like: “How did i not know about this infatuation with my fingers before?” Though you were too busy gripping the car door as if you were melting and trying to hold onto anything to stay solid. You stared down as his thickest finger, his middle finger, slid in and out of you. You couldn’t remember when you got so wet but it might have had something to do with the spitting sound you had heard whilst you were too busy moaning.

By the time two of his fingers were deep in your ass, you had developed sweat rivulets all along your body. The sensation of Ricks manly fingers curling inside your walls and hitting just the spot that every man craved was indescribable. Each and every small vein that happened to be on his fingers was felt by you.

“What should i do with these free fingers?” He winked at you now knowing what any sight of a vein would do to your body.

“Let me suck them.” You practically whined for his other hand that wasn’t deep inside you. He obliged with a child-like grin contrasting against his chiselled and handsome face.

His hands were the same size, or maybe even larger, than your face. You could almost hold one of his fingers with your whole hand. Rick had only let you do it once, he thought it was weird, but after he had you had the best sex ever. Now, it’ll be even better.

Rick gave his index finger to your puckered, open lips. They were spread eagerly awaiting the big intruders. At last, it entered your mouth and with his other fingers in your ass, your eyes rolled back in pleasure. The finger in your mouth dug to the back of your throat and quickly withdrew. It came out in a slick and sloppy manner that, for some reason, only turned you on more.

But your body ached for something else.

“Let me lick your forearms.” The look on Ricks face was a perfect picture of o pure shock, and you enjoyed every last bit of it. He held his arm, that wasn’t busy in your insides, and offered his veins to you as if you were a vampire craving blood.

Your tongue swiped along the delicate veins diligently. You were so infatuated with them in fact that you managed to slide your tongue all the way up to his biceps. “I fucking love veins.” You murmured shortly before Rick stuck a second finger in you. Your back arched and you fell back on the car seat unable to move unless you wanted to come right then.

“Tell me,” Rick thrusted his fingers deep and tore them out just as quick, forcing you to stifle high pitched screams of pleasure. “what made you entranced by my biceps out there? Was it the grime? Or the sweat? Or the—“

It was your turn to cut him off. It wasn’t a question you had to think about for very long. It should have been obvious. “The sweat. How the blistering summer heat made you sweat and how it made your veins pop out even more.”

And with that he placed a kiss on your forehead and shoved his last finger deep into you. You couldn’t discern where the pleasure was coming from: the seed spurting from your cock, or the fingers digging at your g-spot. Convinced you had tore the leather seats, you managed to sit up and kiss Rick right on the mouth. He clearly savoured the flavour of his sweat on your tongue.

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

about this blog: i post specifically male reader fics. as suggested by the name i post rick fics unless its a two on one situation if yk what i mean.

fic types: i mainly post one shots but if i have enough motivation i’ll post series’. my requests are always open and ill try and get to the ones that interest me the most as quick as i can. my fics are probably very smutty so check my tags if you don’t like that sort of stuff.

post schedule: whenever i feel it tbh… you’ll know when im motivated

anyway… here’s my master list!!

[cravingrickgrimes]

do you plan on participating on kinktober? :3

every time i try i COMPLETELY FAIL 😭 but maybe this year will be different

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an angsty request:

reader and rick have been exclusive fwb for almost a year now. reader is annoyed that rick avoids the topic whenever the issue of becoming official comes up, and confronts him during a movie date night at rick's place. rick dominates reader roughly mid-argument, shutting him up and reminding who's boss.

(also another suggestion: post ur works on ao3, and make a masterlist too)

𝞋𝞎 ───────── “What was that?”

paring: rick grimes x male reader

summary: you and rick have been friends w benefits for the better half of a year. everytime you bring up becoming exclusive, rick dismisses you. you end up setting up a movie date to confront him.

word count: 1.1 k

warnings: extreme dominance, one shot, request post, rough rick, heavy smut, mlm

I never thought that when i starting fucking the infamous Rick Grimes i would catch feelings. But there i was sitting in his room waiting impatiently for Rick to burst through the door. I had called him an hour ago to meet me there to watch a movie. Of course i had a key, who wouldn’t? After a whole year of being friends with benefits he owed me at least that. Just as i was shifting through the available movies, Rick entered.

“Hey baby.” Rick liked to sarcastically flirt; it hurt so bad. I wanted that with him. I wanted to be his and his only. Sure we were exclusive, though that only meant we weren’t fucking anyone else, but i wanted more.

He never failed to look twice as better as he did the last time i saw him. “Hey, you haven’t got the best collection have you?” He slung himself next to me on the couch, legs sprawled open in the most suggestive way he could have.

“Don’t joke, you love my movies.” To that i only shrugged.

“Put a good one on.” I was so utterly enthralled by him that i could only sit and stare as his veiny arms fiddled through his collection. I knew why i wanted to be here with him today, yet with every second it became harder to see my goal clearly.

At every mention of becoming official, Rick basically ignored it entirely. It infuriated me to no end. It annoyed me so much that i was going to confront him about it there and then. But seeing—knowing—how his back muscles looked under his tight navy blue button up made my cock pulse with an intensity.

Ten minutes in you finally garnered what little courage you had. “Hey, Rick?” His face, which was previously nuzzled into your neck, turned to you.

“What is it?” Two large puppy dog eyes met mine and i almost forgot it entirely. He was dangerous. I wasn’t entirely sure that he didn’t know what he was doing when he looked at me like that, they basically screamed ‘suck me off’. In normal circumstances i would have given in.

“Why do you insist on ignoring us become official?” Those puppy dog eyes turned dark in an instant. He paused the movie and let out a large breath of air.

“I’m not ignoring you baby.”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Flirting with me when you don’t want me.” He stood up whilst anger seeped out of every morsel of his body. “I do want you, where is this coming from?!”

“It’s coming from weeks of being ignored every time i brought this up.” His nostrils flared and for a split second i thought he would grab my throat.

“I just don’t need this right now! Stop talking about it.” His voice sounded like a plea but his eyes told me it was a strict command, and disobeying would have dire consequences.

“I don’t fucking care you don’t get to just—“ Rick clamped his callused palm across my stunned mouth. For an odd reason, i didn’t dare move a muscle in what my brain through was a life or death scenario.

“I just fucking told you to stop talking.” He fumbled with his jean zip and i knew instantly what those dire consequences would be. I shivered at the way his cock was so hard it had a new size i had never seen. His thick, veiny dick was a beautiful pink, that in this light, looked like an angry red. “I’ll have to stop the words coming out your mouth then.” The charming, flirtatious Rick was gone and in his place a dominant, rough man emerged.

This had only happened once before. After he had his way with me, my ass burned for days and my mouth constantly tasted of semen. I knew if i tried to get out of this he would just fuck me harder. I should have known better than to not listen.

I submissively opened my jaw and softened the walls in anticipation for the large head about to enter. Instead, i got all seven and a half inches of Rick Grimes all at once. Whatever anger i had dissipated the moment he angrily got his cock out.

My throat gave me away, gagging the instant he rammed his uncut cock deep into my unprepared throat. I could feel the way his cock slid perfectly down my airway, shutting off any attempt i had of inhaling precious oxygen.

“Just how i like it.” I looked up from my pitiful position to see him grinning. He looked like my god and my worst nightmare at the same time. Both his hands moved to my he back of my head and forced his cock deep into me. Despite wanting to gag, i had no opportunity to. “Nipples. Now.” Understanding exactly what he meant, i moved my shaky hands to his large solid chest. His chest was so beautiful it gave me a few seconds of peace. The light dusting of curly brown hairs entranced me, along with the way the muscles in his chest made his pecs bounce.

My fingers began to play with his sensitive rosy nipples. He immediately shuddered under my practiced and precise touch, only making it worse for me. He began to go even rougher than before, with one hand under my chin and the other placed firmly on the top of my head to give him the most control. I couldn’t bear to look at him like this. Spit ran down my mouth in rivulets. It became hard to discern if it were my spit or his pre-cum.

Despite having no choice in the matter of his blowjob. I adored the way his large cock felt in every possible way, the large veins crawling from the base, the way it pulsed in my presence, and the warm sensation it emanated. In truth, if Rick did this to me every time we disagreed, i wouldn’t mind it.

I stared up at his rock hard abdomen. I studied the way his pubes came to a concentrated point that slowly went up to his navel. I wilfully grabbed his bare thighs and gripped tight.

“Baby—fuck!” His hand cupped my face and it told me, without words, to stare at him. I did so. I had completely forgotten about any argument we were having. The only thing i remember was my nose being buried deep in his kept pubes and enjoying it.

His semen slicked my mouth for a minute or so before he finally pulled his now soft cock out of my mouth. As soon as he did so, my mouth watered, dripping even more spit down my chin. I was a complete mess the only thing i knew to do was swallow his seed. He made me into his sex machine and i knew to obey.

“Now, what were you saying?”

“N-Nothing.” I slurred.

“Good.”

[cravingrickgrimes]

𝞋𝞎 ─────── “Hurting”

pairing: rick x male reader

summary: after weeks of waiting, you finally garnered enough courage to ask rick to do something you thought he wouldn’t do. to your surprise, he obliged. when you home from work you know you’re about to be the happiest person alive.

notes: bottom rick, top reader, heavy smut, anal, oneshot, hurt, no apocalypse au

word count: 1.0 k

“Good mornin’” Rick groggily replied to your groan that let him know you were awake. He was standing in the entrance of your bedroom door, dressed in nothing but his black boxers. He scratched an itch just above his right nipple and you couldn’t help but wander your treacherous gaze toward it. You had known Rick and fucked Rick for a year now. You’d known him so much the two of you had decided to start a life together and get a house. But in all that time, you never got used to the way the morning sun reflected on the hard core muscles. You were strict with his body hair: not too much, not too little. He loved you so much he obliged, much to his dismay.

“Mornin’” You hated the fact that you had picked up on his southern drawl. He must have realised it too as he smiled harder than he had last night being deeply thrusted into. “I have a proposal.” You said returning the favour of a smirk worth billions, and you knew it.

“Oh? Come on out with it then darlin’.” You stood up, eyed him suspiciously and spoke the proposal that had been on your mind for the past week.

As you came home from your hard day at work, you were excited from one thing and one thing only. Rick Grimes. You opened the door and searched frantically for him, only to find him holed up in your shared bed whining and shaking.

“You did what i asked?” You mused at his soft placement on the bed. He only nodded stiffly.

“Hurts.” He shivered at the mere thought. “Can’t take it much longer.” You only smirked at that. The fact that the strong Rick Grimes had listened to your command so intently even if it hurt him was a feat not many could accomplish.

“Well, not to worry baby. It won’t be.” You pulled the sheets off him and gaped at him. He was still in those same black boxers you had seen earlier this morning—they were hard to forget. You noticed the small bulge in the back of his boxers and smirked.

You pulled them down as quickly as you saw his beautiful, sharp muscles. There, in all its glory, was the new anal plug you bought a few weeks ago. You only now, after a night of pure sex, garnered the courage to actually ask him if he would be willing to stretch himself out for hours until you got back. Much to your surprise he accepted with a flirtatious smile etched on his handsome face. Though now he wasn’t amused at all, and that made you scandalously horny.

You grazed a soft finger over his tight ass cheek. He shuddered at the contact and forced a tight smile. “Christ, you’re sweating Rick.”

“Well i’ve had this wretched thing in for hours. After this, i��m going to burn it.” He laughed, the movement causing him to suck in a sharp intake of air and moan.

“Doesn’t sound like it’s hurting.” He shot you a look of desperation. Your voice was laced with amusement that Rick did not appreciate. You forced Rick’s ass up in the air and gently tugged his tormentor. He moaned like he had never moaned before, his hole expanded to make room for the exiting plug. His back arched violently and you moved your hand to his that was gripping the bedsheets, turning his knuckles white.

When the plug was finally out of the man, you stared in awe at what you saw in front of you. Rick’s hole was so wet you could slip anything inside and you doubted he would even feel it. “How you feeling?” You asked him reeling in lewd thoughts your mind had produced at the sight.

“Better.” He breathed a sigh of relief driving home how much pain he actually had been in.

“Good because, in all honesty, it’s going to get worse.” You flipped him over to face you, leaving him on his back. He stared up at you so submissively it stimulated thoughts of how he was in public. Or rather, how he was seen by the public. To everyone else, Rick was a strong, independent, commanding man. To you he was everything but those things, he was a submissive mess. And that’s exactly how you liked it.

Rick nodded with a shiver. His permission was all you needed before slipping your cock, slick with pre-cum, inside his equally wet ass.

To say the feel of him was intense would be a severe understatement. The feeling of Rick being so stretched out that you didn’t need the normal thirty minutes of preparation. From the way Rick tightly wrapped his insides around your member, you could tell he didn’t regret an ounce of what that plug did to him.

His blue eyes never left you or your body. It was an amazing feeling to be worshipped, especially by someone that felt this good to be inside. You pulled Rick’s thighs up into your hands and held them so they were suspended in the air, giving you more access to his body. His thighs were lined with little dark brown curly hairs that only made you love him in this position even more.

You couldn’t help but pound into him rougher than you had before the mere sight of him in this state driving you insane. He put a hand behind his head revealing the muscles he had been working on. In fact, his entire body was chiselled intricately with muscle. Rick ran a hand through his hair and moved his hips in a way he had never done before. You swore up and down that you were going to worship the anal plug for the things it did to Ricks body.

With each and every new thrust you felt yourself get closer to your climax. Your balls slapped loudly against his sweating body. You began to slip into a state of ecstasy so potent that your vision blurred at its edges. You could have sworn your eyes shook violently as you gripped hard on Ricks thighs causing him to yelp. At the time you came Rick did as well, the feeling of your seed gushing inside him and sloshing inside and not being able to leave made Rick crazy.

“Again?” You asked under Rick. He nodded profusely, still in the ecstasy of his orgasm to speak.

[cravingrickgrimes]

𝞋𝞎 ─────── “Firsts”

pairing: rick grimes x male reader

summary: before the apocalypse, you never got to do anything with anyone. so you took the end of the world as a good sign you should probably do that already. you knew what the bar was known for, a gay sex establishment, yet you went anyway.

warnings: asshole rick, one night stand, southern accent, rough rick, heavy smut, descriptive, rushed

word count: 1.5 k

To say i was out of my element going to the only place in the entire commune known for being a gay sex worker establishment was an understatement. I had never been with a man, partly because when the apocalypse came by men weren’t allowed to be with other men. Since then the rules have relaxed a bit. I doubt it’s because bigoted people had all been killed, i’m not that dumb, it’s just that people have other things to worry about than gay people. If the apocalypse was all it took for me to get some dick i would have done it years ago.

Pushing open the double doors, a bell rung above my head that drew almost everyone’s gaze to me. Great. I moved my face to anything that didn’t have a pair of eyes and wasn’t goggling at me. They met a back tightly wrapped in a beige shirt, the man wore a dark brown hat that curved peculiarly. Deciding that my best option would be to sit next to the person who had no interest in me, i called up the bartender and got myself a drink quicker than i could take another breath in this stuffy place. I half expected the man i had sat next to ignore me entirely. I was completely wrong however when he shot me a tight smile accompanied by a tight nod. “Howdy.” The interaction was nothing but polite. I met his gaze as soon as he spoke to me and nearly fell out of my seat once i saw his face.

His eyes, the colour of an ocean in the middle of a storm, drew me in and wouldn’t pull back until i greeted him back. “Hi.” I wasn’t as southern as him and saying ‘Howdy’ back to him felt like a mock. He had a freshly shaven beard that he must have liked the look off because he didn’t dare shave it all off. The facial hair around his chin had turned an icy white not dissimilar from his gaze.

Just as quickly as he greeted me, he turned his eyes back to their regular spot on the rim of his beer glass. I knew what i was doing going there, i wanted rid of my virginity. Right as i saw that man i knew i wanted it to be him and only him. I wanted him to be my first. Problem was i had no idea how to strike up a conversation with a man who wanted nothing to do with me. Instead, i directed my attention towards the bathroom and darted before the beer i had downed came out in my jeans.

After i had thankfully reached the urinal, i pulled my cock out and felt a rush of relaxation as i emptied myself. I threw my head back; squeezing my eyes shut and biting back a groan from the feeling. I was so enthralled by it in fact that i didn’t realise someone had came into the bathroom with me. When i opened my eyes again i saw who exactly had come next to me. The man with the southern drawl was right next to me again. Though this time, his 5 inch soft cock was out and pissing into the urinal beside me. I stared at his member through the corner of my eye and didn’t dare look away.

“Like what ya see or somethin’?” The only thing that tore me from his cock was that beautiful accent. I had realised what i had done the moment i was out of the mesmerising trance. I flushed instantly.

“I’m so sorry! I—didn’t mean, no i don’t. Well it’s nice! It’s beautiful but…”

“Beautiful?” That garnered a grin from the man that so far had been anything but happy. I’d describe him as grumpy. “Ya think my cocks beautiful darlin’?”

I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea from me, but i didn’t want to lie. “Of course it is,” I chuckled. “i mean…look at it!” He tilted his head to his dick in his hands like he had never noticed it was there before. But instead of giving a sly remark of saying anything else, he just began pumping his cock with his veiny right hand.

“What’re you doing?” I tried to back up but my spine collided with a wall. He moved closer toward me. Apparently my heart couldn’t tell the difference between this man and being in a life threatening position because it just wouldn’t stop beating.

“We all come to this bar for the same reason. I don’t like asking for sex, i let them come to me.” He winked. “You did just that darlin’” He pulled his jeans down to his ankles and, with a belt in his left hand, now stroked even faster. “C’mon. You ain’t never had anyone like me before.” A pause. “Have ya?”

I shook my head, mostly because i thought this was a sick and cruel wet dream my mind was conjuring. “No, i’ve never had anyone.”

“No one?”

“None.”

A strange feeling of pride rushed through me when he laughed once more. I had the feeling he didn’t laugh much, and i made him laugh twice. “That’s odd. A beauty like you would have been tore through in the old world. At least, that’s what would happen if i’d gotten my hands on you.”

The way he objectified me should have angered me beyond return. But it was his beautiful body that was now being revealed with each button he broke off, he took his hand off his cock and dropped the belt to do so. “So, am i gon’ be your first or what?”

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that he looked this good and got to get away with his rude comments because of that fact only. It wasn’t fair that any one of the distasteful words that came out of his mouth were soothed smoothly over by that thick southern accent. It wasn’t fair that i obliged his offer and got on my knees and stared up at the cock above me.

“It’s bigger than ya face, darlin’” He grinned from above me pushing his cock into my face. I smiled back at him because i enjoyed the look of his happiness—for some odd reason.

I took one last look at his cock in all its glory before grabbing it roughly with my left hand and slid it sloppily into my mouth. I made sure that none of my teeth hit his penis. With a thing like that, i didn’t want him feeling any pain or discomfort. I had the odd sensation of giving him pleasure and only pleasure. Once i took his nice rosy pink head in my mouth, i felt my own dick grow slowly in small increments the more i took into my mouth.

“You’re a god sent.” He moaned from above me, which only motivated me to do even better. I tried to take half of his manhood in my mouth but gagged and pulled off him leaving a trail of spit connecting me and his beautiful cock. “Oh c’mon. You can take it.” I enjoyed his faith in me so much that i tried once more this time forcing it down my throat and letting it pulse fully in my mouth. “Fuck baby.” I left myself there, nose buried in his pubes, for as long as i could. He jolted his cock in my mouth and made me acutely aware that it was stuffed down my throat. I gagged it up that instant.

I made up for my gag reflex by fondling his balls with his dick a couple inches in my mouth. His balls were as freshly shaven as his beard, stubble lining his huge ballsack. He seemed to like my new technique as he snaked a hand through my hair and gripped harder than i thought he was capable of. Tears snuck into my eyes as he forced me deeper than i could go. I looked up at him with pleas in my eyes, but, he preferred the feeling of my youthful mouth rather than my wellbeing. I couldn’t blame him, i preferred his cock over his personality.

He let go after a few seconds of me slapping his muscly, hairy thighs that lead to an even hairier body above them. He had a dark trail of curly hair below his naval leading toward his small amount kept pubes. His chest was an entirely different thing however, it seemed like he let his chest do whatever it wanted to. Almost his full chest was dusted in dark brown hairs that made me want to explore his body even further than i already had.

He ran a hand through his disheveled wavy hair revealing an armpit that was even less kept than his chest. “Last stretch darlin’” Without warning, he grabbed both of his hands and forced his thick, uncut, veiny dick to the very back of my throat. My eyes widened by his sudden need to asphyxiate me. “Just sit there and be good for a minute, ‘k?” I had no choice but to stare up at his god-like body with awe as he shot his seed into my sore throat. Weirdly enough, it soothed me more than i could have imagined. It was as if i had gotten drugged by his semen. That was it. That was my first.

[cravingrickgrimes]

𝞋𝞎 ───── “In The Dim Light” Masterlist

paring: rick grimes x male reader

warnings: three parts, heavy smut, nsfw, mlm, prison era, rough rick, blowjobs, sex, experienced rick, gagging

summary: two weeks after your arrival to the prison, you get assigned gardening, much to your dismay, and get stuck in the blistering heat with an unknown man you will soon know.

word count: 3.8 k

part one

part two

part three

[cravingrickgrimes]

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[cravingrickgrimes]

❝ PEERING EYES ❞

ONE SHOT

male!reader x rick!grimes (smut) bottom!reader x top!rick hornyrick, roughrick, noaftercare, rickusesyou

word count: 2.3k

summary: a humid night causes an unexpected, but not unpleasant, event that happens to you. the next day you almost die. it was the best day of your life.

ONESHOT:

The air had been humid for days now and the people of the prison had already begun to be more annoying to me than they had the previous months. Ever since I managed to find my way to this place, I hadn’t found one decent person in this place. Either I wasn’t looking, or they weren’t here at all. The place was big, and I had only done what was expected of me. I rolled over in the top of my bunk. I prayed each and every day that someone won’t occupy the bottom bunk, and so far so good.

Maybe I could have blamed it on the heat. But truthfully, it was the boredom that forced me out of my, or lack of, sleep. I wandered around the silent halls; I took in the peacefulness when there wasn’t a hundred bodies in these halls. Every once in a while I would peek into a cell and smile at their faces resting in a deep slumber that I couldn’t quite achieve—not anymore—not after what i’ve seen.

My legs took me outside, but it was my ears that kept me going. A strange fapping sound found its way to my ears. It sounded like it was coming from a crevice outside the prison walls, so that’s where I went. I turned the corner to what I thought was an alley. I was right—about the alley—but wrong about what was making the sound. I thought it was a squirrel, or worst-case scenario, a walker (as they called them here). But in reality, I saw an ass and a back, a muscly back. My teeth chewed on my lips whilst I just stood there and watched. I couldn’t help myself. Or at least, that’s what I convinced myself. I knew I had never seen this man before. Everyone i’ve met so far had been lazy. This man? The clumps of muscle contracting as his hand touched himself told me all I had to know. He was not lazy.

I stared without a single ounce of shame—I was…entranced. Even predating the apocalypse, I never had a boyfriend. Hell, I hadn’t even seen a man naked—except for myself. But, him? I don’t need to see any more guys naked, he was enough. I almost caught myself moving toward him, but quickly halted my foot and bit down a moan that had emerged from my mouth. The last thing I saw before turning and leaving back to my cell was his ass cheeks clenching and a manly moan leaving his mouth. Did he really? Like actually? He did. He definitely just had an orgasm.

My body slumped itself back into bed. It was like my body was completely convinced if I left my bed again I might run into him again. And to be honest, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back if I found him again. Instead, I burned the memory of his large frame jerking back and forth with the movement of his hands. The faint sight of his balls in the cold summers night kept me up and awake all through the night. It was only until light had begun to peak through the concrete walls of the prison that I found a quiet hour of sleep.

That hour was the best of my life—until it was quickly interrupted by the banging of the bells they rang each and every morning. I swear, if it weren’t for this place being a welcoming sanctuary from those undead freaks outside of the gates, I would have bolted the first chance I got.

There were a few jobs around that day: Gardening, hell no. I thought. Boring and tiring. Cleaning, God, even worse. I had done it yesterday and almost fainted from the smell of shit.

The list continued, and more and more people moved to go and do their daily chores. The last one called out, however, piqued my interest. There were only a few of us left in the small gathering outside, and my brain was still riddled with images of that man. So I wasn’t paying as close attention as I should have been.

The job I had picked had been for no reason at all except for one thing: Him. I had seen his back still in the crowd waiting to pick a job, I could notice that back anywhere. I had specifically waited until the job he would pick out was called to pick one. I don’t know what I had expected to happen. We were tasked to kill a few walkers lingering around the wooded area of the prison. I was sort of anxious to be forced out of the prison and back into the wild once again, because a part of me still thought I would kicked out of this community too.

After half an hour and a successful zero undead kills, I was officially bored once again. So bored in-fact that I wandered by myself into a nice clearing in the woods. I enthusiastically drunk the flowing water from the river nearby and sipped at the nice water till I saw stars. Sure, the prison was a nice and—more importantly—a safe one, but they weren’t exactly brimming was food and water. So the extra drink couldn’t hurt? Could it?

Maybe it was my loud gulps, or the quick waves of the river. But I couldn’t hear the undead freak sneak up on me. He growled with ambition, and that gave him away. But it was already too late. The freak grabbed my ankle and I yelped. I know what happens if a freak gets you. It’s happened too many times for me not to be careful. My nails sunk deep into the earths soil once I was brought down to the floor with the crawling creature. His groans were gargled and slow. So you came from the river, huh?

Pushing back the bike forming in my throat from ingesting infected water, I turned my body to face the freak and began kicking with all my might. To no avail, of course.

“For a dead fuck you sure are strong aren’t ya!” For some unfathomable reason, I thought it would be a good idea to taught the freak that, literally, had no ears. I guessed they were floating in the river I just drank from. Gross.

The undead freak clawed at the exposed skin on my leg, thankfully not being able to snap its rotten teeth at my flesh. God, if I survive this, i’ll never have an inch of skin showing again.

In a quick series of events, the freak managed to pull me out of my pants, and a man stabbed it in the head. Embarrassed and in nothing but my underwear, I mumbled thankful apologies and went to grab my pants.

“Better wash ‘em first.” A thick and delicious southern accent came from the 6 foot man above me. I wasn’t small, but he made me feel it. That’s when I craned my neck up and realised just who had just saved my ass. I stared at azure blue eyes and dark curly hair that had been slicked back with sweat. The stubble, if you could even call it that, lining his chin was a colour similar to his hair. Though, his incoming beard spotted some gray around his mouth. Fuck.

“You’re stunnin’” He stared at me in my underwear. So much I was blissfully aware of the image of his ass. It had looked just as I expected a man’s to look like. My face flushed. “You’ve got quite the package.” The corner of his mouth tilted and his white teeth flirted at me. His eyes were only on my package as he said it. Jesus, how horny was this guy?

“Excuse me?”

“You have a big cock, darlin’” He flat out said it. Who was this man and why was I letting him just straight up say this to me.

“What the hell do you thi—“

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re playing at,” He cut me off. “I saw you eyeing me up ever since you saw me jerking off last night.”

If I was red before, I was even redder now. “How—?”

“There was a mirror. I was watching you watch me, and liked it.” He winked and I was almost right there in my knees worshipping his cock. This isn’t going to end well. “By the sound of it last night, so did you. Come.” He stood up and patted a nearby tree.

“You already have your pants off so just let me bend you over this tree right here. I’ll release my seed in you, and be on my way.”

I should and would have found his words absolutely insulting. If it wasn’t for the fact I saw his beautiful body the night before, I would have. But I did. So I went over to the tree and bent over just as I had been told. Humiliating.

“So,” He breathed out from behind me, fiddling with his cowboy belt. I want it, I found myself thinking, give it to me. “You liked the look of my ass? Hope it wasn’t too hairy for ya. Not many times you get to shave in the apocalypse.”

“All good, I mean you looked fucking great in t—“ My face contorted into a pained yet pleasurable expression. His cock slid into me like I was a fucking waterside. Just how wet had I been? I moaned so loud I was convinced the rest of the group would find us, tight and close together against the bark of a tree.

“Bigger or smaller than you expected?” The horniest man ever questioned. I knew what answer would give him satisfaction, and I knew which answer was true. They were the same.

“Bigger—fuck! Much bigger.” His hand had found its way to my plump ass and slapped it in between his rough and hard strokes.

“Good boy.” The hand that had just punished my ass slid towards my front. My cock. His hand brushed the fabric of my underwear before fully pulling it down. “God, boy, where’d you get underwear in the apocalypse? I’ve been going commando for months now. Not that I haven’t enjoyed the feeling of the fabric rubbing on my cock.”

“Some guy I had to kill, he had only just turned and was my perfect size.” Such a sick answer for the current situation, but I decided on being truthful for the near future. The near future being until this hunk of a man pulled out of my tight asshole.

His hand grabbed my dick and began to slide it up and down with ease. My immense production of pre-cum was to thank for that.

“Oh, that’s…morbid. I’m Rick by the way.” Rick panted. “Rick Grimes.”

His planted his arm on the bark next to my face and I couldn’t help but stare at his masculine, muscly biceps. I pulled out of the rough strokes that was Rick’s cock and flipped to face him. “I want to watch you.” I licked his shirtless body and took in every single inch I had missed the night before. He shuddered and moaned “baby~” as my tongue hit his sensitive rosy nipples. My taste buds managed to catch each and every sharp taste of his sweaty body.

It was unreal.

So much so that when I got to his cock, I was already hypnotised. My mouth instantly enveloped his thick 8 inch cock. His foreskin added extra lube for my mouth. Uncut. I swooned. Thick veins carved out of what must be metal crawled their way up his mighty dick. I tried not to inhale his scent of pure man but it forced its way into my lungs.

“Fuck you’re good.” My nose was buried in his dark curly pubes for a couple seconds before I began to gag. “Just a little longer darlin’ nearly thereee.” He drawled, placing a firm, calloused hand on my head of hair. I was completely disoriented, not even five minutes ago i had been drinking the water in the river. Now? My face was stuffed with 8 inches of pure southern man, and I was loving every single fucking inch.

“Here we go!” My eyes began to water and my throat began to tighten with the slight incline to be sick. But it all went away in an instant. As if his cum was a soothing medicine, my throat softened and I stopped gagging and spitting saliva out onto his crotch.

“Good boy.” He teased me by leaving his cock in my mouth until it softened up. He slid his wet cock out of my my mouth and it made a popping sound. “One last thing…can you spit that semen on my hands for me baby?” I did as I was told which was apparently all I could do when I was in the greek gods presence. “Almost forgot…” He began, spinning me over and pushing my face in the dirt. “Ass in the air for me.” I began to moan again once he stuffed his thick, long finger into my ass.

“Forgot to put my seed in ya like I promised.” I felt a ring on the now two fingers that were in my hole.

“You’re married?” I questioned, face forced into the dirt like a fucking pig.

“Yeah…” He thrusted his finger quicker and harder in me; forcing me to arch my back and moan his name as I came in the dirt. Rick quickly removed his cum laced finger from me and began to walk away. “But you won’t tell her, will ya?”

[cravingrickgrimes]

CHAPTER THREE | ❝IN THE DIM LIGHT❞ | FINAL

rick!grimes x male!reader (smut) top!rick x bottom!reader

multi chapters / not finished word count: 1185

summary: You and Rick hadn’t moved from the car since you got on your knees. But after an hour, he asked you something that you made your heart skip a beat.

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CHAPTER THREE:

“We should head back.” You put simply, by this point, the two of you were in the back seats laying down. Your head was nuzzled cozily against ricks chest. You liked the feeling of his chest rising and falling. You liked the fact he was even letting you lay on his chest. You liked how strong it felt on your head.

“We should.” Rick agreed, but you knew he wanted something more.

“We should.” You repeated to him, you moved your head to stare up at him now. He had one arm slung behind his head, giving you access to more of his natural scent. Seriously, you thought, how does someone smell so good? “But maybe this will be the last time we get to go on a supply run together.” You said exactly what he was thinking, and you knew it.

“Agreed.” He ran a hand through his hair; then cupped your face. “How would my darlin’ like to really feel me inside of him?” That just about got you rock hard again. So far, you had only given him pleasure. But the mere thought of him giving his cock to your body was making you feel like you were on fire.

“I think your darlin’ would really enjoy that.” You mocked as you sat up and straddled him. He flipped you over with his overwhelmingly strong arms and had you pinned against the back seat on your back.

“You’ve given me enough for today. Just…” He trailed a thick finger up your arm. “let me please you this time.” He tore your shirt off with his bare hands.

“Rick!” It was the first time you spoke his name and damn it felt good in your mouth. Just like he had. “That was my only shirt.”

“Don’t worry.” Rick soothed. “I brought spares.” In that instant, Rick grabbed both of your legs and hauled them onto his shoulders. He took your jeans off with insane speeds that made you almost scared for how rough he would be with you.

You felt exposed under his gaze, you could have sword you felt something as his eyes traced what was behind your underwear. He brought his middle and index finger to your mouth and commanded: “Suck.” You had gotten used to following his commands on sucking things. So you did just that.

Unlike his cock, his fingers were dry. But that was what felt good about sucking them. You knew that every single bit of lube on his fingers was your saliva.

He forced his fingers deep down your throat to collect enough spit. When he was pleased with what he has gotten on his fingers, he kissed your forehead and without a warning, inserted his long, large fingers inside of you. You gasped.

“I’m so sorry darlin’.” He whispered in your ear. His tongue flicked against your ear as if to distract you. “I’ll have to prepare you for the real thing.” That got him chuckling. You chuckled too, it was nice, a mutual laugh. “It’s going to hurt, okay?” All the humour drained from his voice and you almost shuddered at the way his breath went cold against your cheek.

“Okay.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you, but, this is what’s needed if you really want me.”

“I do.”

“That’s good, darlin’.” His fingers, slick with your spit, went deeper and you almost whimpered at the way he dug his fingers into your g-spot. ”It feels good, doesn’t it?” He let out a strangled groan. He felt you soften under his grasp. “That’s it.”

In truth, you were being calmed down by his presence alone. But also because of the way his neck muscles contracted with every thrust of his fingers. “I’m ready.”

That got his attention, he pulled up from your ear and stared down at you. You couldn’t not notice his large arms pinned beside either side of your head. You gulped under his heavy gaze.

“You sure?”

“Promise. I need…” You were so hot and flustered now you couldn’t muster the words.

“I understand.” He shot you back one of his signature smiles. You felt him fumble around for his lazily put on belt that he buckled back on right after he was done shooting his cum down your throat. It didn’t matter anymore, the belt was back off, and you were certain you were ready for him.

“You ready?”

“As i’ll ever be.” You almost moaned back.

“Okay.” A pause. Then, you felt all of him. You didn’t expect him to put it all in at once. But lord it felt good. It felt too good, like you would never feel anything better. He stared down at you, his eyes snapshots of hunger. His wavy curls fell in front of his face now.

He brought his lips toward yours and slammed them into yours. They were softer than you had expected, but then again, so was he.

His tongue tasted exactly how you expected. Even that tasted amazing, so much so that you let him invade you mouth. You focused on his cock slipping inside you, then slipping out. You had already memorised all of his veins. His balls slapped so loudly against your backside that you were scared of it attracting walkers.

He pulled his cock out and entered you again. Rick started slow as he pushed the first inch inside of your hole, then, he slammed the rest into you so fast you barely had any time to whine his name. It felt as good as the first time. Maybe even better.

You wrapped your legs around his strong back and pushed him further into you. You wanted every single inch. It felt so good to hear him groan above you. To know that you were making him feel like this was a feeling indescribable.

His pace quickened, and by now, you welcomed the change in pacing. Mostly because you liked the way sweat clung to Rick’s body. Especially when you were so close to him. “Do you feel good, darlin’?”

As soon as he spoke he changed his pace from rough and quick to slow and methodical. It was as if he knew your hole more than you did. He hit each and every single corner of you. His hips moved with passion and precision. You could feel your g-spot pulsing hard. You were close. And you told him exactly that:

“C-Close.” You managed to get out in quick pants.

“I understand baby.” With that he moved his cock inside you in a way that hit your g-spot and only your g-spot. You moaned so loud you knew you would have to deal with walkers before you could come back. Your nails scratched onto his back and felt the ridges of muscles.

All in one second you ejaculated so far and hard it shot up Rick’s neck and fell down on your stomach.

At the same time, he pushed all of his inches inside you and made a face you knew you would memorise. You felt his sperm fill your insides. He stayed inside you, just staring into your eyes.